Beautiful in the mirror.
I was the type of person to immerse myself in hate.
I was a first rate lover but had horrible traits.
I found myself uncertin why everytime i'd pass a mirror i couldn't help but fear her.
Peopl would tell me i was beautiful.
But it was indisputible my beliefs were immovable.
My confidence was lacking competence.
I felt better being anonymous.
My courage was unnourished and my intentions needed a intervention.
Until one day i was told my laugh was beautiful they said it is unquestionable.
Next time i walked by a mirror i did reconider what beauty is.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world